Bracknell's own Bronx. Twinned with Beirut.
A 60s British town planner woke up one morning in a very bad mood and designed the worst sink estate his imagination could conceive. The new town authority loved it so much they bought the company... er built the thing.
The high point in its recent history is the theft of a cash point machine with a mechanical digger, also stolen from a nearby building site.
The John Twigg public house is a great place to avoid if you're ever in the area, unless you fancy a ruck. Bring your own snooker cue (or baseball bat).
The Indian restaurant in the shopping centre is surprisingly good, reputedly even making the Egon Ronay Guide on one occasion.
The car parkis a good place to lose your no-claims bonus.